Chapter 492: Ghost King and Sword Demon

Seeing reinforcements coming from Black Feather Tower, Han Zheng didn't panic.

What he wants is for Heiyulou to be like a gourd boy saving his grandfather, delivering food one after another.

After giving too much and being beaten in pain, they naturally knew what to do.

At this time, Liu Yuan stepped forward and said solemnly: "Master Han, be careful! The owners of Black Feather's fourth and second floors are here!

The old man with a ghostly aura is Sikong Ming, the owner of the fourth floor of Black Feather, the Thousand-faced Ghost King. He is as good at Xuanyin ghost arts as I am.

However, what he is best at is the secret technique of soul confinement. It is said that his soul summoning flag contains thousands of powerful ghosts.

This person is cruel and violent by nature and will do anything to achieve his goals.

When he first wanted to refine powerful wronged souls, he captured hundreds of people and tortured them to death using various cruel methods to artificially arouse their resentment.

This guy was once hunted down by various masters in the world. Even I, the Demon Division, wanted him, but they never really caught him.

And the young man using the sword is the owner of the second floor of Black Feather, the ‘Tianxie Sword Demon’ Dugu Sheng.

The opponent is from a small swordsmanship sect. In order to seek the ultimate in swordsmanship, he challenges masters everywhere, collects sword manuals, and becomes addicted to swords.

Any swordsman defeated by him must either hand over the sword manual in his hand or hand over his life.

Even if some people don't want to be challenged, they will be pestered by him to challenge them.

Therefore, Dugu Sheng also aroused public anger in the world and was hunted down, and finally escaped into the Black Feather Tower. "

Han Zheng finally discovered that this Black Feather Building is really something special.

Whether it was Minghui, Dugu Sheng, or Sikong Ming, they were all famous in the world and wanted by the Dang Mo Division.

As a result, Black Feather Tower was able to protect them. This would not have been possible without strong connections and forces behind it.

"Dugu Sheng, I have heard of his name."

Bu Tiange shook his head gently and said: "But this guy is really a bit unsatisfied. He collected so many sword manuals and practiced his swordsmanship in a mess.

Someone else's swordsmanship is always someone else's. Even if he collects all the secrets of swordsmanship in the world, what's the use?

If you don't have your own swordsmanship, you will end up like the moon in the well, and in the end it will be all in vain.

However, this guy has studied countless swordsmanship, and he still has some merits.

Let me handle him, and you can handle the other two. No problem, right? "

Han Zheng said calmly: "Of course it's no problem."

Seeing the reinforcements coming from her side, Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly to Han Zheng: "Master Han, I, Black Feather Tower, will definitely give you an explanation for what you want.

If you continue to be aggressive, the worst we can do today is to fight you to the death, and both sides will suffer! "

Han Zheng sneered and said: "You guys dare to clamor to fight me to the death, are you worthy?

I said, I will get this explanation myself, you don’t need to give it to me! "

Sikong Ming laughed strangely: "Monk Minghui, you are also a silver pewter spearhead, and you are very hot-tempered like us. If it were someone from the Dang Mo Division, you would be like this.

What's so great about Danmosi? It’s not like I haven’t killed these Xuanjia guards before!

By the way, the quality of the black dogs like Dang Mosi is really good. Killing them and refining them into corpse puppets will have an extraordinary effect. "

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Yuangong and others showed a hint of anger.

Dang Mo Si was not invincible when hunting down these thieves and thieves. In fact, there were many times when he was killed by the opponent.

But Sikong Ming dared to say such words in front of their Jing'an guards, he was simply impatient!

Han Zheng narrowed his eyes and waved his hand: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the elite Jingan Guards rushed over under the leadership of Xiang Yuangong and others.

Bu Tiange also pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Dugu Sheng: "Don't you like to find someone to duel with swordsmanship? Let's compete today."

Dugu Sheng looked at Bu Tiange, his eyes shining.

He has also heard of Bu Tiange's name, the abandoned disciple of Qingming Sword House, a swordsman genius who is rare to see in a thousand years.

He has never fought against the disciples of Qingming Jianlu in the world.

"Okay, but you know my rules. If you lose, you will hand over the Supreme Sword Scripture of your Qingming Sword House!"

Dugu Sheng licked his lips and spoke in a hoarse and gloomy voice.

Bu Tiange shrugged: "I've torn through the Taishang Sword Sutra and it's useless.

If you put the pinnacle of swordsmanship on those sword manuals and sword scriptures all your life, your achievements will only be as big as now. "

Dugu Sheng snorted coldly, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and brought out a black sword light, like clouds blocking the sun.

But the next moment, the dragon roared on the Butian Singer's sword. The power of the sword spread across the sky, and the gorgeous sword light seemed to tear the dark sky apart instantly.

Bu Tiange took action here, and Han Zheng also rolled up the monstrous blood evil energy with one sword and slashed at Sikong Ming and Minghui.

Two against one, but Minghui didn't know very well.

He quickly said to Sikong Ming: "Be careful! This Han Zheng's physical strength is extremely amazing, even stronger than the Demon King!"

Si Kong Ming sneered: "No matter how powerful my body is, can it be stronger than my Tianjue Yin Corpse Poison that corrodes bones and corrodes marrow?

Monk Minghui, as long as you allow me to come within one foot of Han Zheng, he will definitely die! "

Minghui knew that Sikong Ming, an old man, was extremely vicious in his methods.

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Although he is only the owner of the fourth floor of Black Feather, if all his vicious methods are effective, even the owner of the first floor of Black Feather will not be able to withstand it.

That day, Sikong Ming imprisoned an entire town with a formation, killed tens of thousands of people, mixed countless strange poisons with corpses, and finally refined these corpses to create a strange poison.

It can be said that as long as you are infected with a trace, it will be difficult for gods to save you.

The only disadvantage is that this poison cannot spread too far, and it must be used in close combat.

Minghui gritted his teeth, and the boundless blood and qi in his body burned crazily, even completely ignoring the damage to his foundation.

A four-armed blood-colored Vajra phantom appeared behind him, holding four demon-subduing pestles shining with brilliant golden light to meet Han Zheng's knife.

As the blade of Qi exploded, Han Zheng slashed down with another knife. In an instant, the ultimate killing power suddenly descended, and the boundless killing intent instantly enveloped Minghui.

Nine Hells Slaughtering Knife!

Under this knife, even Minghui, who burned his blood and turned into a four-armed blood-colored Vajra, was completely torn apart.

But Minghui did not retreat. The golden light around him burst out, and he used his physical strength to resist Han Zheng's knife.

The Nine Hells Slaughtering Knife slashed on Minghui's chest. His flesh, which was invulnerable to swords and guns because of his practice of the true solution of the Vajra's advent, was actually cut by Han Zheng's knife and left a deep blood mark!

Then Minghui shouted loudly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and his hands formed seals at the same time, and the Vajra Dharma Seals fell towards Han Zheng one after another.

Minghui's true essence and blood were burning violently at the same time, almost to the extreme.

Han Zheng held the Great Brahma God King Seal and smashed it down. Minghui even risked his own tendons and bones to withstand this blow and rushed forward again.

With Minghui's desperate fight, he finally broke through to within ten feet of Han Zheng.

"Sikong Ming! If you don't attack now, when will you?!"

Minghui turned her head suddenly and roared.

Sikong Ming's figure was like a ghost, and he turned into black smoke and appeared behind Minghui in an instant.

A dark skull appeared in his hand, and suddenly opened his mouth, and countless black smoke gushed out in an instant, directly covering Han Zheng's entire body.

Sikong Ming laughed and said, "If you are infected with my Tianjue Yin Corpse Poison, even if you are a Yang Shen Realm existence, it is difficult for gods to save you!

My Tianjue Yin Corpse Poison is not only difficult for the flesh to bear, but even the three souls and seven spirits can be polluted. Even a Yang Shen Realm warrior will be eroded by the three souls and seven spirits if he is infected!"

He is not a pure warrior, so he usually does not fight with others head-on if he can avoid it.

He has no shame in using such a sinister method.

Minghui, who was covered in blood and had nearly half of his body broken, breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure Han Zheng gave him was too great, and now he had finally dealt with him.

But then Minghui felt something was wrong.

Why did the black smoke from the Jueyin Corpse Poison stop moving?